[One, two, three, four! Four blows against that wide blade of Cloud's in succession, fast and hard enough to create sparks from both swords. Nero's attack is furiously quick and unsettling for someone who isn't used to that kind of speed, and yet it lacks power, for some reason. He uses the downwards swing to stab the tip of the blade on the floor, right between Cloud's feet, and with a twist of his wrist, it flares red and hot, moving quickly up for a back-handed slash.]
C'mon!
["Just attack me, damn it." It's what he's thinking]